dulcet (prologue)

Prologue

               The night was a nostalgic memory of my past. Lights of lilac, baby blue, and peach blurred through the drops of rain that glided across my window. I played the silly game of which rain drop can reach the bottom first, expecting myself to fall asleep once again. It was a lovely feeling of peace and gloom, ringing in the empty night.
                I tighten the blankets that bundled me up, as soft as a swan’s feather, coiling itself around my heart. The tapping of the rain and the beat of time united, dissolving into a rhythm. A bitter-sweet night that seemed to approach me as a miracle.
                Stars once shined in the sky above, even without the monochrome clouds. The city lights were replaced instead. I whisper a soft song-- that nameless song that I continuously hum. There are no words for anyone to hear, a song of my own. Alone in my empty room, my eyes gaze upon the darkening streets, which follows with a silence. A street lamp was deciding whether or not to keep its dim light on or off. I lay my head on the wall and close my eyes.
                The ocean of tears had a wavering tide and was nearly spilling out of my heart. Anxiety. Despise. Nostalgia. Hope. Desperation. Agony. All the feelings that started to swirl in the depth of my heart and manipulated me.